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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Brick,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.