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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.