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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.