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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
X-101,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.