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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.