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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.