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 Haiti and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.