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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.