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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.