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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Unwound,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.