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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
The Names,
This Heat,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Pole,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.