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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.