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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.