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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.