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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.