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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.