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 India and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.