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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Move,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.