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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.