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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.