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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.