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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.