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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.