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 Uganda 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.