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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.