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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.