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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.