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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.