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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.