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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Monolake,
Can,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.