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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.