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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.