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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.