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 India and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.