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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.