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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.