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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.