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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.