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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.