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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.