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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.