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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.