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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.