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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.