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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Moebius,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.