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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.