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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.