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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.