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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.