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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Associates,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.