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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.