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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Nico,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.