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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Human League,
Ronan,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.