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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.