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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.