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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.