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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Warsaw 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.