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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.