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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Holt,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.