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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
June Days,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.