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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.