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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Gong,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Can,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.