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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.