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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.