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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.