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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.