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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Brick,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.