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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.