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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Index,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.