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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.