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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.