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 Malta 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.