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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Index,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.