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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.