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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.