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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.