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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.