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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.