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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.