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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.