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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Scion,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.