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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.