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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.