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 Finland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.