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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.