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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.