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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.