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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.