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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.