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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
June Days,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.