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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.