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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.