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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.