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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.