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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
June Days,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.