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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.