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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.