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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.