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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.