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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.