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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Television,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.