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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Monolake,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.