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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
ABC,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.