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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.