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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 X-101 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.