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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.