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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Gong,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Television,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.