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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bush Tetras 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.