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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.