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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.