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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Liliput,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.