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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.