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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.