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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Qualms,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.