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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.