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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.