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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.