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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.