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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
the Association,
X-101,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.