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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.