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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.