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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.