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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.