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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Oneida,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.