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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.