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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.