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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.