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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.