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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.