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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.