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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.