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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.