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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.