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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
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,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.