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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
JFA,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.