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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.