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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.