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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.