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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.