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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.