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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.