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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.