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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.