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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
UT,
Rakim,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.