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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.