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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.