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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.