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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
the Swans,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.