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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.