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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.