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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
New Order,
Crime,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.