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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
CMW,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.