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 Panama and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
CMW,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Rekid,
Darondo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.