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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.