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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mars 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.