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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.