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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.