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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.