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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.