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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Skarface,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.