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 Bremen.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Neu!,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.