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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.