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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.