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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.