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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.