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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
MC5,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.