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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.