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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.