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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.