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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.