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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Pagans,
MC5,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.