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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
ABBA,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.