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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.