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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Wire,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.