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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.