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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.