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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.