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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.