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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.