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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.