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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Wings,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.