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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.