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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.