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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.