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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
cv313,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.