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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.