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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.