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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Organ,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.