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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.