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 India 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.