Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.