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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.