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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.