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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.