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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.