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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.