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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.