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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.