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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
10cc,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.