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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.