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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.