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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.