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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Swans,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.