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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.