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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.