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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.