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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.