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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.