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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.