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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.