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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.