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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.