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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.