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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.