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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.