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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.