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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.