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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.