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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.