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 Greece and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.