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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.