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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.