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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.