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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.