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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.