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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.