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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.