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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.