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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.