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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.