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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 snare 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.