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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.