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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
the Association,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.