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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.