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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald 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.