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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
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Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.