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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slits to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.