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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.