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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Make Up,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.