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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Can,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.