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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
the Association,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.