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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.