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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
ABC,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.