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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.