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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Television,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.