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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.