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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.