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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.