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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.