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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.