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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.