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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.