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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.