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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.