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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.