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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.