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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.