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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.