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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.