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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Monks,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.