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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.