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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.