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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.