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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.