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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.