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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.