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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.