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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.