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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Index,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.