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 Syria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.