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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
10cc,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.