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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.