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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Can,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Mars,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.