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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.