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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.