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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.