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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Franke,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.