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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.