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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.