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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.