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 Syria 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Visage,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.