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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.