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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.