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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
MC5,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.