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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.