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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.