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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.