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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.