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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Japan to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Mars,
Deakin,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.