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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Television,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.