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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.