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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.