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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Tom Boy 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Wings,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.