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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.