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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.