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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.