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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Technova,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.