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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.