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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.