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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.