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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.