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 Slovenia 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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.