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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Sound,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.