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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.