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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.