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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Scion to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.