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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.