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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.