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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.