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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.