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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
CMW,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.