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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.