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 Hungary and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Underground Resistance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.