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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.