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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.