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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Can,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.