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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.