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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.