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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five 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 grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.