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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.