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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.