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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.