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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 Echospace 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.