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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
The Residents,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Human League,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.