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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.