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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Sound,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.