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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Newcleus,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.