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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.