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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
ABC,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.