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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.