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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.