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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.