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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.