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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.