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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Japan,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.