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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Alphaville,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.