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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.