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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.