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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.