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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.