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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.