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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.