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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.