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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.