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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.