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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Motorama,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.