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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.