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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Cluster,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.