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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.