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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.