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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.