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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Crime,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.