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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.