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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
X-101,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.