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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.