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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.