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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.