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 France and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.