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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.