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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.