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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.