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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.