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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.