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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.