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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
UT,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.