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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.