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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.