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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.