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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.