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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.