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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.