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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.