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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 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 Gories to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.