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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.