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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
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.