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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Index,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.