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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.