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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.