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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.