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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.