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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.