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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.