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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.