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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.