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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Pole,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.