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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.