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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.