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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.