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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.