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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.