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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.