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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
CMW,
Cymande,
Smog,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.