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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.