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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
MDC,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.