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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.