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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Visage,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.