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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.