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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.