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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Monolake,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.