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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.