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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
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.