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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.