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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.