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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.