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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.