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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.