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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.