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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.