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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.