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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.