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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.