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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.