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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Gong,
MC5,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.