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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.