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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.