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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.