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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.