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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.