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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.