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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.