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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.