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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.