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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.