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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.