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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.