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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.