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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.