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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.