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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.