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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.