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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.