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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.