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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.