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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.