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 Uganda 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Lyres,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Q65,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.