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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.