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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.