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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.