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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.