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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.