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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.