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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
CMW,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.