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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.