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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.