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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Gong,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.