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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Monolake,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.