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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.