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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.