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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.