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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.