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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Model 500,
UT,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.