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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.