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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.