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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
June Days,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.