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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.