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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.