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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.