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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Victims 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.