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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Quantec,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.