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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.