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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.