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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.