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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.