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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.