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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.