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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.