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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.