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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.