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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
New Order,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.