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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.