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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.