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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.