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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.