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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.