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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.