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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.