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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.