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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.