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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.