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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
PIL,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.