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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Saints,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.