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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.