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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
the Association,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.