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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.