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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.