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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.