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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.