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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Index,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.