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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.