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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Slave,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.