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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.