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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.