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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Magazine,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.