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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.