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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.