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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.