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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
DNA,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.