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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.