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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.