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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.