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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.