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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.