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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.