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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Names,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.