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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.