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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.