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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.