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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
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.