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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Unwound,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
X-102,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.