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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.