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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.