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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Slave,
Unwound,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.